Hair blows in the breeze,
as i take a step down this street,
mind wanders as i follow my feet,
taking steps along this track,
strewn with rocks, littered with trash.
Sidewalks lead me down the road.
Does the sidewalk ever end?
And where do i begin this journy,
into the ocean?
Walking does well to one's mind,
but wears holes in the soles of all our shoes.
So i find shelter, where and when i choose.
But one day, i walked right into you.
And i gazed, as i dusted off my pants,
at a girl who's face was smudged with dirt,
and what i saw first, was the ocean of blue.
I wished to swim right in.
-This was originally part of the whole poem, but it didn't really feel like the rest of it (Part two). I felt like it changed subjects, and pretty much poems entirely. So i split it up. This part kind of sets the metaphor for part two. Or at least that's what i tried to do by splitting it up.
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